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There  is  life  i 
Conf  Pam  12mo  #843 


TBEBE  IS  LIFE  IN  THEDLDLAKH  YET 

Though  the  soil  of  old  Maryland  echoes  the  tread 

Of  an  insolent  soldiery  now; 
And  a  lurid  glare  reddens  the  sky  overhead 

From  the  camp  fires'  light  below; 
Though  from  mountain  to   shore  the  hoarse  cannon 
roar; 

And  from  border  to  border  are  sentinels  set, 
Whose  bayonets  shine  in  unbroken  line — 

There  is  life  in  the  Old  Land  yet. 

Though  by  treacherous  hearts  and  un loyal  hands 

Betrayed  and  disabled  to-day; 
And  deserted  at  need  by  her  sons,  she  stands 

Confronting  an  armed  array; 
Though  tyrannous  might  hath  o'erborne  the  right — 

Hath  discrowned  &nd  despoiled  her — and  men  for- 
get 
As  they  bow  the  knee,  that  they  once  were  free — 

There  is  life  in  the  Old  Land  yet. 

But  though  patient  and  mute  she  is  still  undismayed 

Though  passive  she  is  not  subdued, 
Though  she  shrieks  from  unsheathing  her  trusty  blade 

In  a  fratricidal  leud, 
Not  long  will  she  kneel  when  Oppression's  heel 

On  her  neck  is,  by  Monarch  or  President,  set; 
And  the  blood  even  now  is  mantling  her  brow — 

For  there's  life  in  the  Old  Land  yet. 

She  remembers  with    pride   what   her  children  have 
done 

In  the  perilous  days  of  yore; 
And  will  never  relinquish  the  rights  which  they  won 

Or  disgrace  the  flag  they  bore. 
Then  let  those  beware  who  boastfully  swear 

They  will  conquer  her  now.  tor  their  vaunt  will  he 
met; 
And  the  Maryland  men  sh;tll  he  heard  of  again — 

For  there's  life  in  t-V-  Old  Land  vet.  a 


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